Hmmmm. I do not consider myself a "grill queen" ... my thoughts drifted more toward "goddess" (images of free blowing tresses in the soft wind, humble worshipers goveling -- I mean bowing at my feet, being praised and adored). Wow that was a quick trip from reality. I usually smell like apple wood smoke, have a mess on the front of me (sans apron of course), and people asking me, "is it done yet?"